Classes start tomorrow and today is my final chance to make the cut. I rubbed the charm the twins had gotten me on their day out with the pennies they saved. It was only made of brass but precious to me. It was a brass, twisted bracelet with delicate brass chains attached to a matching ring on my middle finger. The charm that took up the space in the triangle, made by the bracelet and chains, was for safety and good luck. A charm to the Goddess Hermothin.
Professor Callum was pacing in front of my desk. "We have made progress since we changed the curriculum. You should do just fine tomorrow." His words were encouraging, but he was clearly nervous as he handed me a test.
Two hours later Professor Callum congratulated me on passing. He said the score wasn't important. That comment with th
